Four is dragging the corpse of a warforged back to the tavern
Lore was in the back kitchen of the tavern. Smells of potatoes, eggs, cheese, and meat came wafting out from within. Inside, she and two or three unseen servants were cooking breakfast for what looked like a king. An unseen servant was over the wood stove, cooking shredded potatoes with bacon, cheese, and chives. Two others were grilling beef flanks in savory gravy and fluffed eggs mixed with butter and spices. Lore was kneading bread that was spiced with cinnamon and nutmeg, her apron coated in flour. Plates were packed high in one corner, ready to be filled and handed out to patrons of the tavern.
Jackson was outside in the quiet sanctions of the forest. He was mediating quietly within the confines of nature. He was dressed in nothing but a pair of pants and, unfortunalty, that showed off how bad the curse had gotten to him. His skin around his arm and torso had become an oily black color and have started to decay, flesh dropping off in bits around him. He was struggling to breath at some points during his mediation, he would begin to choke and then spit up blood.
August sat outside in the grassy meadows next to the tavern. He has tied his auburn hair behind him in a neat bun stuck with dark-wood pins that looked like blossoming flowers. His fantastically bushy beard was decorated with small beads of old-wood that shined like amber. The old dwarf was tying knots in a leather cord, chanting old dwarven mantras to himself. Beside him, his staff made from silver-wood laid on the ground, its wood blossoming with leaves.
Four stops dragging the body for a second to study the black skin
Jack hacks up a darkened glob of blood
Four leaves for the tavern and comes back with a briefcase. It opens the briefcase up, a variety of tools inside
Jack watches, eyes narrowed.
Four pulls out a hand and begins giving it instructions "Find tweezers, a jar, the gold vial, and a knife." The hand disappears into the briefcase
Jack begins to stand up, confused
"Sit back down"
He does so quickly, a little afraid
The hand comes back out with the supplies and Four begins collecting the dead skin in the jar "I will need to collect a bigger sample" It says putting down the tweezers and taking the knife "I only have the one arm so try to keep still"
Jack seems to freeze up as suddenly a pillar of rock shoots up around him like a protective shield. (Make a DEX save)
13
(Fail)
(Take 37 bludgeoning damage)
Four now has a much larger hole in their chest
"Get away from me!" Jack yelled
Four pulls out a book, flips to a blank page and writes something down
Yltpukly: Hjjvbua mvy myll dpss ilmvyl ayfpun av hxbpyl zhtwslz
*Ah yes. The writing of computers*
Jack narrows his eyes and pulls out his spellbook.
*???*
Four puts everything back in the briefcase
Jack seems to calm down a bit, still gripping on to his spellbook
"People are so squeamish around blades"
"yeah! when someone is trying to cut someone with one!!"
"It is the quickest way to collect samples"
"STILL"
"It is efficient, and therefore the best option"
"Stay away from me!!" Jack snarls
"You have made that clear"
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add "getting stabbed" to the list of things that I don't want to happen again
"Ignorance is bliss until it's you who is being ignored" -A friend
Lore was in the back kitchen of the tavern. Smells of potatoes, eggs, cheese, and meat came wafting out from within. Inside, she and two or three unseen servants were cooking breakfast for what looked like a king. An unseen servant was over the wood stove, cooking shredded potatoes with bacon, cheese, and chives. Two others were grilling beef flanks in savory gravy and fluffed eggs mixed with butter and spices. Lore was kneading bread that was spiced with cinnamon and nutmeg, her apron coated in flour. Plates were packed high in one corner, ready to be filled and handed out to patrons of the tavern.
Jackson was outside in the quiet sanctions of the forest. He was mediating quietly within the confines of nature. He was dressed in nothing but a pair of pants and, unfortunalty, that showed off how bad the curse had gotten to him. His skin around his arm and torso had become an oily black color and have started to decay, flesh dropping off in bits around him. He was struggling to breath at some points during his mediation, he would begin to choke and then spit up blood.
August sat outside in the grassy meadows next to the tavern. He has tied his auburn hair behind him in a neat bun stuck with dark-wood pins that looked like blossoming flowers. His fantastically bushy beard was decorated with small beads of old-wood that shined like amber. The old dwarf was tying knots in a leather cord, chanting old dwarven mantras to himself. Beside him, his staff made from silver-wood laid on the ground, its wood blossoming with leaves.
Theren pops into the kitchen. "Need some help?"
Phoenix sits down next to him, worry is etched onto his face.
Lore looks up and shakes her head "Im all good right now!" she chirps
Jack looks over. Its clear he has not slept in awhile. He wipes blood off his mouth and tries to smile.
Lore was in the back kitchen of the tavern. Smells of potatoes, eggs, cheese, and meat came wafting out from within. Inside, she and two or three unseen servants were cooking breakfast for what looked like a king. An unseen servant was over the wood stove, cooking shredded potatoes with bacon, cheese, and chives. Two others were grilling beef flanks in savory gravy and fluffed eggs mixed with butter and spices. Lore was kneading bread that was spiced with cinnamon and nutmeg, her apron coated in flour. Plates were packed high in one corner, ready to be filled and handed out to patrons of the tavern.
Jackson was outside in the quiet sanctions of the forest. He was mediating quietly within the confines of nature. He was dressed in nothing but a pair of pants and, unfortunalty, that showed off how bad the curse had gotten to him. His skin around his arm and torso had become an oily black color and have started to decay, flesh dropping off in bits around him. He was struggling to breath at some points during his mediation, he would begin to choke and then spit up blood.
August sat outside in the grassy meadows next to the tavern. He has tied his auburn hair behind him in a neat bun stuck with dark-wood pins that looked like blossoming flowers. His fantastically bushy beard was decorated with small beads of old-wood that shined like amber. The old dwarf was tying knots in a leather cord, chanting old dwarven mantras to himself. Beside him, his staff made from silver-wood laid on the ground, its wood blossoming with leaves.
Theren pops into the kitchen. "Need some help?"
Phoenix sits down next to him, worry is etched onto his face.
Lore looks up and shakes her head "Im all good right now!" she chirps
Jack looks over. Its clear he has not slept in awhile. He wipes blood off his mouth and tries to smile.
Lore was in the back kitchen of the tavern. Smells of potatoes, eggs, cheese, and meat came wafting out from within. Inside, she and two or three unseen servants were cooking breakfast for what looked like a king. An unseen servant was over the wood stove, cooking shredded potatoes with bacon, cheese, and chives. Two others were grilling beef flanks in savory gravy and fluffed eggs mixed with butter and spices. Lore was kneading bread that was spiced with cinnamon and nutmeg, her apron coated in flour. Plates were packed high in one corner, ready to be filled and handed out to patrons of the tavern.
Jackson was outside in the quiet sanctions of the forest. He was mediating quietly within the confines of nature. He was dressed in nothing but a pair of pants and, unfortunalty, that showed off how bad the curse had gotten to him. His skin around his arm and torso had become an oily black color and have started to decay, flesh dropping off in bits around him. He was struggling to breath at some points during his mediation, he would begin to choke and then spit up blood.
August sat outside in the grassy meadows next to the tavern. He has tied his auburn hair behind him in a neat bun stuck with dark-wood pins that looked like blossoming flowers. His fantastically bushy beard was decorated with small beads of old-wood that shined like amber. The old dwarf was tying knots in a leather cord, chanting old dwarven mantras to himself. Beside him, his staff made from silver-wood laid on the ground, its wood blossoming with leaves.
Theren pops into the kitchen. "Need some help?"
Phoenix sits down next to him, worry is etched onto his face.
Lore looks up and shakes her head "Im all good right now!" she chirps
Jack looks over. Its clear he has not slept in awhile. He wipes blood off his mouth and tries to smile.
"Alright. Mind if I stay though?"
"Jack...."
She nods and smiles.
Jack sighs "Ill be fine"
Theren sits down in an empty chair. "You doin ok?"
"Dont lie to me Jack!" Phoenix wipes angrily at tears that are starting to form.
Lore was in the back kitchen of the tavern. Smells of potatoes, eggs, cheese, and meat came wafting out from within. Inside, she and two or three unseen servants were cooking breakfast for what looked like a king. An unseen servant was over the wood stove, cooking shredded potatoes with bacon, cheese, and chives. Two others were grilling beef flanks in savory gravy and fluffed eggs mixed with butter and spices. Lore was kneading bread that was spiced with cinnamon and nutmeg, her apron coated in flour. Plates were packed high in one corner, ready to be filled and handed out to patrons of the tavern.
Jackson was outside in the quiet sanctions of the forest. He was mediating quietly within the confines of nature. He was dressed in nothing but a pair of pants and, unfortunalty, that showed off how bad the curse had gotten to him. His skin around his arm and torso had become an oily black color and have started to decay, flesh dropping off in bits around him. He was struggling to breath at some points during his mediation, he would begin to choke and then spit up blood.
August sat outside in the grassy meadows next to the tavern. He has tied his auburn hair behind him in a neat bun stuck with dark-wood pins that looked like blossoming flowers. His fantastically bushy beard was decorated with small beads of old-wood that shined like amber. The old dwarf was tying knots in a leather cord, chanting old dwarven mantras to himself. Beside him, his staff made from silver-wood laid on the ground, its wood blossoming with leaves.
Theren pops into the kitchen. "Need some help?"
Phoenix sits down next to him, worry is etched onto his face.
Lore looks up and shakes her head "Im all good right now!" she chirps
Jack looks over. Its clear he has not slept in awhile. He wipes blood off his mouth and tries to smile.
"Alright. Mind if I stay though?"
"Jack...."
She nods and smiles.
Jack sighs "Ill be fine"
Theren sits down in an empty chair. "You doin ok?"
"Dont lie to me Jack!" Phoenix wipes angrily at tears that are starting to form.
"Yeah... Why?" she asked and dusted her hands off on her apron.
Jack sighed and chuckled "I.... I think im dying Phoenix..."
Lore was in the back kitchen of the tavern. Smells of potatoes, eggs, cheese, and meat came wafting out from within. Inside, she and two or three unseen servants were cooking breakfast for what looked like a king. An unseen servant was over the wood stove, cooking shredded potatoes with bacon, cheese, and chives. Two others were grilling beef flanks in savory gravy and fluffed eggs mixed with butter and spices. Lore was kneading bread that was spiced with cinnamon and nutmeg, her apron coated in flour. Plates were packed high in one corner, ready to be filled and handed out to patrons of the tavern.
Jackson was outside in the quiet sanctions of the forest. He was mediating quietly within the confines of nature. He was dressed in nothing but a pair of pants and, unfortunalty, that showed off how bad the curse had gotten to him. His skin around his arm and torso had become an oily black color and have started to decay, flesh dropping off in bits around him. He was struggling to breath at some points during his mediation, he would begin to choke and then spit up blood.
August sat outside in the grassy meadows next to the tavern. He has tied his auburn hair behind him in a neat bun stuck with dark-wood pins that looked like blossoming flowers. His fantastically bushy beard was decorated with small beads of old-wood that shined like amber. The old dwarf was tying knots in a leather cord, chanting old dwarven mantras to himself. Beside him, his staff made from silver-wood laid on the ground, its wood blossoming with leaves.
Theren pops into the kitchen. "Need some help?"
Phoenix sits down next to him, worry is etched onto his face.
Lore looks up and shakes her head "Im all good right now!" she chirps
Jack looks over. Its clear he has not slept in awhile. He wipes blood off his mouth and tries to smile.
"Alright. Mind if I stay though?"
"Jack...."
She nods and smiles.
Jack sighs "Ill be fine"
Theren sits down in an empty chair. "You doin ok?"
"Dont lie to me Jack!" Phoenix wipes angrily at tears that are starting to form.
"Yeah... Why?" she asked and dusted her hands off on her apron.
Jack sighed and chuckled "I.... I think im dying Phoenix..."
"Just makin sure. Might be leavin the tavern soon."
"DONT SAY THAT!" Phoenix glares at him. "You promised..."
Four is dragging the corpse of a warforged back to the tavern
Lore was in the back kitchen of the tavern. Smells of potatoes, eggs, cheese, and meat came wafting out from within. Inside, she and two or three unseen servants were cooking breakfast for what looked like a king. An unseen servant was over the wood stove, cooking shredded potatoes with bacon, cheese, and chives. Two others were grilling beef flanks in savory gravy and fluffed eggs mixed with butter and spices. Lore was kneading bread that was spiced with cinnamon and nutmeg, her apron coated in flour. Plates were packed high in one corner, ready to be filled and handed out to patrons of the tavern.
Jackson was outside in the quiet sanctions of the forest. He was mediating quietly within the confines of nature. He was dressed in nothing but a pair of pants and, unfortunalty, that showed off how bad the curse had gotten to him. His skin around his arm and torso had become an oily black color and have started to decay, flesh dropping off in bits around him. He was struggling to breath at some points during his mediation, he would begin to choke and then spit up blood.
August sat outside in the grassy meadows next to the tavern. He has tied his auburn hair behind him in a neat bun stuck with dark-wood pins that looked like blossoming flowers. His fantastically bushy beard was decorated with small beads of old-wood that shined like amber. The old dwarf was tying knots in a leather cord, chanting old dwarven mantras to himself. Beside him, his staff made from silver-wood laid on the ground, its wood blossoming with leaves.
Four stops dragging the body for a second to study the black skin
Jack hacks up a darkened glob of blood
Four leaves for the tavern and comes back with a briefcase. It opens the briefcase up, a variety of tools inside
Jack watches, eyes narrowed.
Four pulls out a hand and begins giving it instructions "Find tweezers, a jar, the gold vial, and a knife." The hand disappears into the briefcase
Jack begins to stand up, confused
"Sit back down"
He does so quickly, a little afraid
The hand comes back out with the supplies and Four begins collecting the dead skin in the jar "I will need to collect a bigger sample" It says putting down the tweezers and taking the knife "I only have the one arm so try to keep still"
Jack seems to freeze up as suddenly a pillar of rock shoots up around him like a protective shield. (Make a DEX save)
13
(Fail)
(Take 37 bludgeoning damage)
Four now has a much larger hole in their chest
"Get away from me!" Jack yelled
Four pulls out a book, flips to a blank page and writes something down
Yltpukly: Hjjvbua mvy myll dpss ilmvyl ayfpun av hxbpyl zhtwslz
*Ah yes. The writing of computers*
Jack narrows his eyes and pulls out his spellbook.
*???*
Four puts everything back in the briefcase
Jack seems to calm down a bit, still gripping on to his spellbook
"People are so squeamish around blades"
"yeah! when someone is trying to cut someone with one!!"
"It is the quickest way to collect samples"
"STILL"
"It is efficient, and therefore the best option"
"Stay away from me!!" Jack snarls
"You have made that clear"
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add "getting stabbed" to the list of things that I don't want to happen again
"Ignorance is bliss until it's you who is being ignored" -A friend
Lore was in the back kitchen of the tavern. Smells of potatoes, eggs, cheese, and meat came wafting out from within. Inside, she and two or three unseen servants were cooking breakfast for what looked like a king. An unseen servant was over the wood stove, cooking shredded potatoes with bacon, cheese, and chives. Two others were grilling beef flanks in savory gravy and fluffed eggs mixed with butter and spices. Lore was kneading bread that was spiced with cinnamon and nutmeg, her apron coated in flour. Plates were packed high in one corner, ready to be filled and handed out to patrons of the tavern.
Jackson was outside in the quiet sanctions of the forest. He was mediating quietly within the confines of nature. He was dressed in nothing but a pair of pants and, unfortunalty, that showed off how bad the curse had gotten to him. His skin around his arm and torso had become an oily black color and have started to decay, flesh dropping off in bits around him. He was struggling to breath at some points during his mediation, he would begin to choke and then spit up blood.
August sat outside in the grassy meadows next to the tavern. He has tied his auburn hair behind him in a neat bun stuck with dark-wood pins that looked like blossoming flowers. His fantastically bushy beard was decorated with small beads of old-wood that shined like amber. The old dwarf was tying knots in a leather cord, chanting old dwarven mantras to himself. Beside him, his staff made from silver-wood laid on the ground, its wood blossoming with leaves.
Theren pops into the kitchen. "Need some help?"
Phoenix sits down next to him, worry is etched onto his face.
Lore looks up and shakes her head "Im all good right now!" she chirps
Jack looks over. Its clear he has not slept in awhile. He wipes blood off his mouth and tries to smile.
"Alright. Mind if I stay though?"
"Jack...."
She nods and smiles.
Jack sighs "Ill be fine"
Theren sits down in an empty chair. "You doin ok?"
"Dont lie to me Jack!" Phoenix wipes angrily at tears that are starting to form.
"Yeah... Why?" she asked and dusted her hands off on her apron.
Jack sighed and chuckled "I.... I think im dying Phoenix..."
"Just makin sure. Might be leavin the tavern soon."
"DONT SAY THAT!" Phoenix glares at him. "You promised..."
"....Why?.."
"I know but.... I have a few years left in me... Hopefully it wont be soon"
Lore was in the back kitchen of the tavern. Smells of potatoes, eggs, cheese, and meat came wafting out from within. Inside, she and two or three unseen servants were cooking breakfast for what looked like a king. An unseen servant was over the wood stove, cooking shredded potatoes with bacon, cheese, and chives. Two others were grilling beef flanks in savory gravy and fluffed eggs mixed with butter and spices. Lore was kneading bread that was spiced with cinnamon and nutmeg, her apron coated in flour. Plates were packed high in one corner, ready to be filled and handed out to patrons of the tavern.
Jackson was outside in the quiet sanctions of the forest. He was mediating quietly within the confines of nature. He was dressed in nothing but a pair of pants and, unfortunalty, that showed off how bad the curse had gotten to him. His skin around his arm and torso had become an oily black color and have started to decay, flesh dropping off in bits around him. He was struggling to breath at some points during his mediation, he would begin to choke and then spit up blood.
August sat outside in the grassy meadows next to the tavern. He has tied his auburn hair behind him in a neat bun stuck with dark-wood pins that looked like blossoming flowers. His fantastically bushy beard was decorated with small beads of old-wood that shined like amber. The old dwarf was tying knots in a leather cord, chanting old dwarven mantras to himself. Beside him, his staff made from silver-wood laid on the ground, its wood blossoming with leaves.
Theren pops into the kitchen. "Need some help?"
Phoenix sits down next to him, worry is etched onto his face.
Lore looks up and shakes her head "Im all good right now!" she chirps
Jack looks over. Its clear he has not slept in awhile. He wipes blood off his mouth and tries to smile.
"Alright. Mind if I stay though?"
"Jack...."
She nods and smiles.
Jack sighs "Ill be fine"
Theren sits down in an empty chair. "You doin ok?"
"Dont lie to me Jack!" Phoenix wipes angrily at tears that are starting to form.
"Yeah... Why?" she asked and dusted her hands off on her apron.
Jack sighed and chuckled "I.... I think im dying Phoenix..."
"Just makin sure. Might be leavin the tavern soon."
"DONT SAY THAT!" Phoenix glares at him. "You promised..."
"....Why?.."
"I know but.... I have a few years left in me... Hopefully it wont be soon"
Theren goes quiet.
"I'm gonna find you a cure. Your not gonna die on me at all."
Four is dragging the corpse of a warforged back to the tavern
Lore was in the back kitchen of the tavern. Smells of potatoes, eggs, cheese, and meat came wafting out from within. Inside, she and two or three unseen servants were cooking breakfast for what looked like a king. An unseen servant was over the wood stove, cooking shredded potatoes with bacon, cheese, and chives. Two others were grilling beef flanks in savory gravy and fluffed eggs mixed with butter and spices. Lore was kneading bread that was spiced with cinnamon and nutmeg, her apron coated in flour. Plates were packed high in one corner, ready to be filled and handed out to patrons of the tavern.
Jackson was outside in the quiet sanctions of the forest. He was mediating quietly within the confines of nature. He was dressed in nothing but a pair of pants and, unfortunalty, that showed off how bad the curse had gotten to him. His skin around his arm and torso had become an oily black color and have started to decay, flesh dropping off in bits around him. He was struggling to breath at some points during his mediation, he would begin to choke and then spit up blood.
August sat outside in the grassy meadows next to the tavern. He has tied his auburn hair behind him in a neat bun stuck with dark-wood pins that looked like blossoming flowers. His fantastically bushy beard was decorated with small beads of old-wood that shined like amber. The old dwarf was tying knots in a leather cord, chanting old dwarven mantras to himself. Beside him, his staff made from silver-wood laid on the ground, its wood blossoming with leaves.
Four stops dragging the body for a second to study the black skin
Jack hacks up a darkened glob of blood
Four leaves for the tavern and comes back with a briefcase. It opens the briefcase up, a variety of tools inside
Jack watches, eyes narrowed.
Four pulls out a hand and begins giving it instructions "Find tweezers, a jar, the gold vial, and a knife." The hand disappears into the briefcase
Jack begins to stand up, confused
"Sit back down"
He does so quickly, a little afraid
The hand comes back out with the supplies and Four begins collecting the dead skin in the jar "I will need to collect a bigger sample" It says putting down the tweezers and taking the knife "I only have the one arm so try to keep still"
Jack seems to freeze up as suddenly a pillar of rock shoots up around him like a protective shield. (Make a DEX save)
13
(Fail)
(Take 37 bludgeoning damage)
Four now has a much larger hole in their chest
"Get away from me!" Jack yelled
Four pulls out a book, flips to a blank page and writes something down
Yltpukly: Hjjvbua mvy myll dpss ilmvyl ayfpun av hxbpyl zhtwslz
*Ah yes. The writing of computers*
Jack narrows his eyes and pulls out his spellbook.
*???*
Four puts everything back in the briefcase
Jack seems to calm down a bit, still gripping on to his spellbook
"People are so squeamish around blades"
"yeah! when someone is trying to cut someone with one!!"
Four is dragging the corpse of a warforged back to the tavern
Lore was in the back kitchen of the tavern. Smells of potatoes, eggs, cheese, and meat came wafting out from within. Inside, she and two or three unseen servants were cooking breakfast for what looked like a king. An unseen servant was over the wood stove, cooking shredded potatoes with bacon, cheese, and chives. Two others were grilling beef flanks in savory gravy and fluffed eggs mixed with butter and spices. Lore was kneading bread that was spiced with cinnamon and nutmeg, her apron coated in flour. Plates were packed high in one corner, ready to be filled and handed out to patrons of the tavern.
Jackson was outside in the quiet sanctions of the forest. He was mediating quietly within the confines of nature. He was dressed in nothing but a pair of pants and, unfortunalty, that showed off how bad the curse had gotten to him. His skin around his arm and torso had become an oily black color and have started to decay, flesh dropping off in bits around him. He was struggling to breath at some points during his mediation, he would begin to choke and then spit up blood.
August sat outside in the grassy meadows next to the tavern. He has tied his auburn hair behind him in a neat bun stuck with dark-wood pins that looked like blossoming flowers. His fantastically bushy beard was decorated with small beads of old-wood that shined like amber. The old dwarf was tying knots in a leather cord, chanting old dwarven mantras to himself. Beside him, his staff made from silver-wood laid on the ground, its wood blossoming with leaves.
Four stops dragging the body for a second to study the black skin
Jack hacks up a darkened glob of blood
Four leaves for the tavern and comes back with a briefcase. It opens the briefcase up, a variety of tools inside
Jack watches, eyes narrowed.
Four pulls out a hand and begins giving it instructions "Find tweezers, a jar, the gold vial, and a knife." The hand disappears into the briefcase
Jack begins to stand up, confused
"Sit back down"
He does so quickly, a little afraid
The hand comes back out with the supplies and Four begins collecting the dead skin in the jar "I will need to collect a bigger sample" It says putting down the tweezers and taking the knife "I only have the one arm so try to keep still"
Jack seems to freeze up as suddenly a pillar of rock shoots up around him like a protective shield. (Make a DEX save)
13
(Fail)
(Take 37 bludgeoning damage)
Four now has a much larger hole in their chest
"Get away from me!" Jack yelled
Four pulls out a book, flips to a blank page and writes something down
Yltpukly: Hjjvbua mvy myll dpss ilmvyl ayfpun av hxbpyl zhtwslz
*Ah yes. The writing of computers*
Jack narrows his eyes and pulls out his spellbook.
*???*
Four puts everything back in the briefcase
Jack seems to calm down a bit, still gripping on to his spellbook
"People are so squeamish around blades"
"yeah! when someone is trying to cut someone with one!!"
"It is the quickest way to collect samples"
"STILL"
"It is efficient, and therefore the best option"
"Stay away from me!!" Jack snarls
"You have made that clear"
"THEN GET AWAY FROM ME"
Four goes back to the tavern and puts away it's briefcase before coming back out for the warforged's body
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add "getting stabbed" to the list of things that I don't want to happen again
"Ignorance is bliss until it's you who is being ignored" -A friend
Lore was in the back kitchen of the tavern. Smells of potatoes, eggs, cheese, and meat came wafting out from within. Inside, she and two or three unseen servants were cooking breakfast for what looked like a king. An unseen servant was over the wood stove, cooking shredded potatoes with bacon, cheese, and chives. Two others were grilling beef flanks in savory gravy and fluffed eggs mixed with butter and spices. Lore was kneading bread that was spiced with cinnamon and nutmeg, her apron coated in flour. Plates were packed high in one corner, ready to be filled and handed out to patrons of the tavern.
Jackson was outside in the quiet sanctions of the forest. He was mediating quietly within the confines of nature. He was dressed in nothing but a pair of pants and, unfortunalty, that showed off how bad the curse had gotten to him. His skin around his arm and torso had become an oily black color and have started to decay, flesh dropping off in bits around him. He was struggling to breath at some points during his mediation, he would begin to choke and then spit up blood.
August sat outside in the grassy meadows next to the tavern. He has tied his auburn hair behind him in a neat bun stuck with dark-wood pins that looked like blossoming flowers. His fantastically bushy beard was decorated with small beads of old-wood that shined like amber. The old dwarf was tying knots in a leather cord, chanting old dwarven mantras to himself. Beside him, his staff made from silver-wood laid on the ground, its wood blossoming with leaves.
Theren pops into the kitchen. "Need some help?"
Phoenix sits down next to him, worry is etched onto his face.
Lore looks up and shakes her head "Im all good right now!" she chirps
Jack looks over. Its clear he has not slept in awhile. He wipes blood off his mouth and tries to smile.
"Alright. Mind if I stay though?"
"Jack...."
She nods and smiles.
Jack sighs "Ill be fine"
Theren sits down in an empty chair. "You doin ok?"
"Dont lie to me Jack!" Phoenix wipes angrily at tears that are starting to form.
"Yeah... Why?" she asked and dusted her hands off on her apron.
Jack sighed and chuckled "I.... I think im dying Phoenix..."
"Just makin sure. Might be leavin the tavern soon."
"DONT SAY THAT!" Phoenix glares at him. "You promised..."
"....Why?.."
"I know but.... I have a few years left in me... Hopefully it wont be soon"
Theren goes quiet.
"I'm gonna find you a cure. Your not gonna die on me at all."
Lore narrows her eyes at him.
"I'll be fine i just have to-" He begins to choke and spits out blood
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𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
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"You have made that clear"
add "getting stabbed" to the list of things that I don't want to happen again
"Ignorance is bliss until it's you who is being ignored" -A friend
"Alright. Mind if I stay though?"
"Jack...."
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"Because i want you to pay attention to meeeeeee"
"Mn...?" she rolls over slightly. Her turquoise eyes are a bit grey.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Theren stops playing and sits down outside the tree. "I know you're in there S."
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She nods and smiles.
Jack sighs "Ill be fine"
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Theren sits down in an empty chair. "You doin ok?"
"Dont lie to me Jack!" Phoenix wipes angrily at tears that are starting to form.
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"Well I'm studyingggg," He says, tapping the book, "I don't have the church to fall back on, so I'm making my own paths"
"You're sleeping in the tree oval," He says softly
"Occupied!" She says, a random curtain covering the entrance, "Busy with naps and such" she says, letting out a small laugh
"Yeah... Why?" she asked and dusted her hands off on her apron.
Jack sighed and chuckled "I.... I think im dying Phoenix..."
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Theren laughs a little. "Yeah. I know how important your naps are to you."
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"I can help you!!!" he says and grumbles
"I know" she says and sighs
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"Oh yeah?" He smiles, looking over at xan, "how so?"
"Why is that?" He asks
"Just makin sure. Might be leavin the tavern soon."
"DONT SAY THAT!" Phoenix glares at him. "You promised..."
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add "getting stabbed" to the list of things that I don't want to happen again
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"I can offer valuable insight to the human mind"
"Because...." she said and curled up tighter
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"....Why?.."
"I know but.... I have a few years left in me... Hopefully it wont be soon"
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Theren goes quiet.
"I'm gonna find you a cure. Your not gonna die on me at all."
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"THEN GET AWAY FROM ME"
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Four goes back to the tavern and puts away it's briefcase before coming back out for the warforged's body
add "getting stabbed" to the list of things that I don't want to happen again
"Ignorance is bliss until it's you who is being ignored" -A friend
Lore narrows her eyes at him.
"I'll be fine i just have to-" He begins to choke and spits out blood
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘